The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: Tricks

Swain firmly grasped Lothar’s ice sword with his crimson left arm, and said flatly, “You fell under her illusion, it was me.”

Lothar hesitated to let go of the ice sword. Swain lightly threw the ice sword, and it shattered into ice cubes on the floor.

Seeing Lothar looking at him suspiciously, Swain explained: “Madam Pale’s usual trick, she likes to let the enemy cut off her own neck.”

Lothar sniffed a few times, and the strong smell of blood just now had disappeared, as if everything he experienced just now was really just an illusion.

“Wait…” Lothar suddenly realized that the place he was standing was exactly where he stood when he first came to the audience hall to meet Darkwill.

“Have I…have I ever left here?” Lothar suddenly began to feel that all his memories of going underground were somewhat unreal.

The candlestick beside the throne was still flickering with flames.

“Darkwell said that these flames are a symbol of his life, so is he still dead? No…he might be lying…”

Swain patted Lothar on the shoulder lightly: “Don’t be in a daze, did you kill Darkwill?”

“No… I don’t know…”

“Have you failed…” Swain didn’t seem surprised, “Then the next battle will be very long.”

He turned around and sat on the throne: “I need to use magic to find Darkwill’s location. It may take a while. There are too many magic barriers in the Immortal Fortress. During my search, don’t let anyone come Excuse me, there are still some strong palace guards in the fortress, be careful yourself.”

Lothar nodded.

Swain closed his eyes, and several crows emerged from his coat, flew out of the audience hall, and headed towards all directions of the Immortal Fortress.

Lothar looked at Swain quietly.

He moved his ears, and there was some movement behind him.

At the gate of the audience hall, a person walked slowly.

The second Swain, surrounded by crimson magic, has a pair of huge black wings growing out of his back.

“It’s illusion again…” Lothar sighed, looked at Swain on the throne, and then at Swain at the gate, “Which of you two is real?”

“It should be faster to tell you the answer with facts.” Swain at the gate stretched out his finger, and a flash of lightning shot out from his fingertips, hitting Swain on the throne.

Swain on the throne snorted, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Fakes can’t defeat the real one.” Swain, with wings on his back, strode towardsBefore him, the electric light in his hand condensed, and the color became darker and darker, as if he wanted to deal a fatal blow to Swain on the throne.

Lothar’s gaze was attracted by another thing.

The fragments of the ice sword lying quietly on the floor.

Swain walked past them, his figure reflected in the ice crystals.

A pale-skinned woman appeared on the ice with a cruel smile on her face.

An ice throwing knife stabbed straight at Swain.

Before the ice knife touched him, Swain’s body had already changed, turning back into the masked female mage in white robe. With a light tap of her staff forward, the ice knife directly melted into water.

There is no trace of blood on the female mage’s body. Obviously, the weakness shown just now is all fake.

With his hands covered in ice, Lothar rushed towards the female mage. He was not sure if Swain on the throne was real, but in short, he had to escape from the audience hall first.

The body of the female mage flew up lightly like a feather, and a second female mage suddenly appeared from behind her.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth… Before Lothar approached the female mage, a dozen or so identical female mages suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

“Which one is real?” Lothar looked at them nervously. Whether it was appearance or smell, Lothar couldn’t tell the difference, “or are they all fake?”

Lothar didn’t care. Since there are so many enemies, let’s attack them all together.

Two ice crystal flowers bloomed impressively from Lothar’s hands. Each petal is an ice blade, and there are nearly a hundred of them stacked on top of each other.

Lothar leaped into the sky, exerting force on his shoulders and waist at the same time, and his whole body began to rotate with a strange torque.

The ice crystal flowers in both hands bloomed, and the ice blades rained down on the surroundings like a torrential rain.

This is a new move that Dao Feng taught him. It is a killer move used in Blade Wu to attack multiple enemies at the same time.

It’s called Lianhua.

Sacrificing the precision of the flying knife [resource group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.;6 hits and an arcing trajectory, in turn for extremely wide attack range and ferocity.

A round of ice throwing knives was thrown, and all the female mages were hit. After the flying knives sank into their bodies, they disappeared in thin wisps of smoke.

Lothar landed on the floor again, and there was a sharp pain of muscle tearing from his waist and shoulders: “It’s no wonder that the blade made me use this move less before I’m not proficient. Ordinary people may be directly disabled after a few hits.”

The Ice Throwing Knife thrust its handle into the floor, and the female mage disappeared without a trace.

The pain in his body subsided slowly, and Lothar turned his head to look at the throne. Swain was still searching with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes.

“Is this Swain…real?” Lothar couldn’t believe what he saw more and more.

Lothar suddenly caught a figure out of the corner of his eye.

A person was hiding behind a pillar in the audience hall.

Lothar punched in that direction, and violent ice magic spewed out from the wind of the fist, and the huge icicle directly froze the place, engulfing the person who was hiding.

“It hurts to death!” Lothar felt like his whole body was going to explode. The backlash from excessive use of ice magic didn’t spare him at all. The pain was as if he had been run over by a chariot.

“Did you kill her…” Lothar looked over there with twitching eyes.

Lothar’s throat suddenly felt sweet, cold blood came out, and he felt his lungs were punctured like a balloon and completely deflated.

The pain from the magic backlash temporarily dulled Lothar’s senses, and no one who was already standing behind him felt it.

But through the reflection of the icicle in front of him, Lothar saw who was attacking him.

Female mage.

Lothar held back the pain, grabbed back with his backhand, and caught a slender arm.

His mouth was full of blood, he yelled loudly, firmly grasped the female mage’s arm, and twisted his body back forcibly.

Lothar’s other hand reached out to his mouth, and he caught the spit out blood, turning it into a rough blood crystal dagger.

He raised the dagger high and chopped it off at the female mage’s head.

The female mage tried desperately to break free, but how could Lothar let her go.

The blood crystal dagger stabbed down fiercely, and the female mage leaned back as hard as she could. The dagger didn’t pierce her head, but slashed down from her left eye.

Blood spattered, and the warm blood splashed on Lothar’s face, staining his vision red.

Lothar blinked and was hurt by him. At this time, the female mage who was lying on the ground had changed.

Long bright red hair, exposed leather clothing, and a cold blade.

Lothar knew her, and he remembered her smell. For so many nights, they lingered on each other, pouring out false sweet words, like glue.

The blood crystal dagger in “Caterina” Lothar’s hand turned into blood again, and drenched the female assassin’s body.

Katerina snorted, and covered her left eye with one hand, blood continued to flow from her fingers.

She looked up at Lothar.

Lothar will never forget this look in his life.

Anger, hatred, humiliation, unwillingness, killing intent… But more, it’s ridicule, I don’t know if it’s for Lothar, or for himself.

“Are you… are you real?” The severe pain in Lothar’s body has not subsided, but he is more concerned about this question at the moment.

“Am I real?” Katerina spat out blood, grabbed the back of Lothar’s neck with one hand, and kissed Lothar’s lips at once.

A very fishy and sweet kiss.

“It still smells like this. It seems that you are real. Now do you know if I am real?” Katerina let go of her mouth and said angrily, “The first knife should have stabbed you in the back of the head, idiot. ”

Lothar looked at Katerina in silence for a while. The female assassin was still covering her left eye, panting softly. She was seriously injured.

Lothar turned his head and looked at the throne.

Swain on the throne was gone. The female mage leaned her elbows on the armrest of the throne and gently supported her face with her pale palms, as if she was an audience enjoying a play, watching Lothar and Katerina’s performance.

From the beginning to the end, Lothar was played by her in the palm of her hand.

“Can you still fight?” Lothar asked Katerina in a low voice.

“Of course, but it would be better if you didn’t cut me with a knife.” Katerina let go of her left hand to get the knife. Her hair was scattered, covering the wound on her left eye, but the blood continued to flow down her cheek .

“Feel sorry.”

“go to hell.”

“Next time I’ll let you cut me down.”

“I really made a lot of money by chopping an immortal.”

“This woman can hallucinate magic, be careful.”

“I learned it when I first arrived at the Immortal Fortress. I almost died. I don’t need your reminder.”

“Let’s make an agreement first, what if I fall into the illusion again?”

“Kiss first, she can’t even imitate the taste in her mouth exactly.”

“good idea.”

Section 104

The female mage looked at the two quietly, not intending to disturb them at all, as if she was really watching a play.

Then, two actors on the stage raised their knives.

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Give your enemies enough rope to hang themselves so you don’t have to struggle to drag them to the gallows.

——Ms. Pale